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places

by Chris Magerl

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1.
i heard a voice calling me a poet when i was doing nothing but writing down words about bad jokes and heavy smokers in the corners and the backyards of the world but it wouldn’t change anything about the way you would feel it just made me feel stupid I heard a voice calling me patient when time was the last thing I was trying to spend and all my efforts to appear to be cool and spontaneous came across like some lousy attempt but it wouldn’t change anything about the way I would feel just a little more desperate just like some crossword puzzle in the paper just when you think you’re good there are still some words missing some say failing to attempt is attempting to fail
2.
offices in glass houses offer views into their lives into coffee breaks and them working overtime in this world of stars and models you’ll never be one of them no matter what it seems and your money will rot in your fountains we’re busy catching our dreams hoping they will turn out right for a meaning in life this is how the story ends distances seem to get shorter with our planes up in the sky these tiny blinking lights in red and green and white but these letters and hearts we carved into trees are not gonna save a single relationship and your money will rot in your fountains I see pictures of them waving flags somewhere on tv and I realize we all will have to face death alone some day then I wanna to able to say I was who I wanted to be without a to do before I die list and a pack full of aspirin
3.
papercuts 04:53
I close my eyes and pretend I’m still asleep on solid ground these easy lies I’m willing to believe they drag me down black and white when I need colors wrong or right- meaningless to me these golden stairs that lead nowhere but down in front of me their souls would leave footprints as he sang out there in bright light mine would vanish in a haze a distance is growing smiling faces turning away I’m hiding smiles so completely meaningless I’ve grown numb
4.
then the lights went out, the noise of car doors closing, some standard phrases “let’s meet again. I hope the kids are doing fine and at the office everything is well. you really should be proud…..” footsteps, talk and laughter echo and slowly turn into a shadow no photograph or paper can retell as the days go by we figure out who we wanna be we all live different lives but share our dreams she leaves the house when the streets are still empty but familiar ‘cause there are managers playing god and kids playing gangster and there’s a lousy job that keeps her off the street I watch you breathing as you’re lying next to me I hear a train pass by and I fall asleep I got a picture of you smiling with me wherever I go I got a wallet full of business cards I don’t know any faces to these names on colored paper like Xs on a map I left there right under my bed as I figured out who I wanted to be it’s all stored inside my head for you to see
5.
I am not the one to tell what's a good or bad idea I just thought that I could change the world with words and great ideals I keep listening but I don't understand the music that they play they keep talking but their language isn't mine it seems like rock n' roll is dead anyway I am not the one to tell what's a good or bad idea I just thought that I could change the world with words and great ideals I keep listening hoping for something real- some sound that makes me feel and gives me goose bumps instead of million dollar contracts killing all the innocence 'cause we got wallpapers with beaches and neon green palm trees we got nineteenth century poetry written in red and black romantic and breathless and I want to believe that rock n' roll ain't dead yet all this noise around me is getting more so I whisper I reach out for the soft hands of yours and scream I am not the one to tell what's a good or bad idea I just thought that I could change the world with words and great ideals
6.
old man 03:35
there’s an old man drinking in front of my window I saw him before just a few days ago back then he looked desperate but way better than now telling the story of a frown there’s a clock on the wall where it’s always eight fifteen there are the same old faces walking by each day and if I stay for too long I might become just one of them so I’d better run while I still can ‘cause it’s easy to make them smile but it’s hard to make them happy and it’s freezing in the night alone trying to make it home there’s an old man drinking in front of my window his eyes are staring back at me as if they were asking “are you ready for this game?” I guess I’m gonna see this guy again though we’re living door to door I don’t even know their names we can choose from fifty flavours but to me they’re all the same I’d like to say that I still care but I’ve learned just to pretend still I’d like to understand why it’s easy to make them smile but it’s hard to make them happy it’s freezing in my room alone trying to call it home
7.
symbiosis 03:02
what happened to our plans never to grow up as years go by my hair is turning grey we lost it all again we thought we were so smart and now I’m here with nothing else to say I found you looking tired waiting for a turn feeling puzzled and confused so very in denial- unable to return you’d gambled high and now you feared to lose she used to be pretty now she just looks tired and wrinkles tell a story of their own every major city shares pockets full of silence where crowded streets still show us a way home always half a step behind life’s so different to your dreams I wanna see what’s out there for me to find and save a smile for when the two of us will meet no questions no further lies I’ve packed my bags with only what I need excuses I’ll leave behind and save a smile for when the two of us will meet
8.
I found some black and white picture somewhere in my room it showed some houses that were torn down long ago now numerous office buildings form a silhuette a giant backdrop for our lives and small regrets and times we won't forget around the corner there's an old coffee shop we would go there to talk about dreams and convince us never to stop around the corner our ideas became alive we grow older and find our closets organized but chaos still is our lives I found some black and white t-shirt that said live your dreams though its colors were fading I still liked its meaning 'cause in the morning paper next to coffee stains there's a huge discussion about future plans and them building power plants around the corner there's an old coffee shop we would go there to talk about dreams and convince us never to stop around the corner our ideas would become alive we grow older and find our closets organized but chaos still is our lives when I was out there in the rain you were there to help me believe that the sun would eventually come out again i'll bring a bottle of wine and we meet where it all began let us talk through the night laugh and kiss before we turn off the light and we'll all be alright
9.
in some corner staring at walls black eyes and bruises are none of your business at all years of silence drawings of knives one never knows what's going on in other people's lives then we can't get through to see what is inside as we cannot see the scars they try to hide remain silent don't make a sound I fell down some stairs I swear it's nothing it must have happened as I hit the ground and i'm not like you I just wanna be on my own I guess it's all my fault sometimes I dream myself away I don't wanna go home
10.
relief 02:52
then they’re desperate enough to let go all these pale faces speak a language of their own trading hope for truth I’m somewhere in between tired of being tired all the time doing analysis of gestures trying to take them as a smile- as something to believe in something that can’t be washed away like names written in the sand I wanna put my old excuses in a box like letters never sent and call it relief these things we take for granted and we think that we deserve what if these are just everyday miracles that take away your breath
11.
on the streets with all these people rushing by I was hoping for a smile offering me confidence in between our short hellos and harsh goodbyes we dug deeper and uncovered bones a history we’d like to deny and learned nothing from in this city of a million beating hearts those who don’t have to sleep alone are the privileged ones (I see a fifteen year old mother doing drugs) we call it civilized but don’t know when to stop we dug deeper and uncovered bones a history we’d like to deny and learned nothing from look for a place called home we all need a shoulder to lean on to feel save no gun or stricter law will help us sleep at night more pills in hidden drawers won’t make us feel alright earlier in time they used sticks and stones what else will they find when they uncover our bones look for a place called home we all need a shoulder to lean on to feel save

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released January 24, 2014

music and words by chris magerl
recorded and mixed by sebastian haas at summerton studio st pölten
additional recordings by andreas fritz and martin müller
mastered by martin scheer
artwork by michael schaffler and chris magerl

chris magerl: vocals, guitars, piano
michael stark: guitars, backing vocals
martin müller: bass guitar
michael steinkellner: piano
sebastian haas: drums
marie erlach: additional vocals on old man
jörg b.: additional vocals on a place called home
heli markfelder: additional vocals on relief

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Chris Magerl Graz, Austria

after playing in bands like sick of silence and once tasted life and touring with them through europe and canada for a few years chris magerl decided to start a solo project and to release a debut record in 2008.
if though chris magerl can be described as an acoustic artist one can still hear his punk und hardcore influence in his music.

albums:
a new season (2008)
places (2014)
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